But he still didn't move, afraid if he ran Arlen would shoot him. But now he saw Robert-there he was, like one of Old Bedford 's colored fellas in his kepi, Robert stepping out in the open and waving his arm to come on.
Arlen yelled, 'Shoot him,' and fired past Walter. It got Robert to strike a sideways pose and return fire, squeezing off shots, Arlen firing back, Walter in the middle:
Walter aware of himself in his Confederate officer's uniform, standing there like the statue of some general nobody ever heard of, a stone figure in a park, of no more use than a place for birds to land and take a shit.
It was how he felt as the two-bit ex-convict yelled at him again, 'Shoot, goddamn it!'
And this time he did. Walter half-turned raising his Colt and shot Arlen in the chest.
They came out of the trees from three sides: Hector and Tonto walking up to Walter; Groove and Cedric coming this way toward Robert, Dennis and Jerry with him, Jerry growling.
'This is how it's suppose to happen, these clowns shoot each other? This was some fuckin idea.'
'I don't see nothing wrong with how it's turned out,' Robert said, 'except there should be one more, Newton. 'Less he passed out along the way. He might've been with Fish and Eugene and took off seeing the odds change.'
Robert didn't sound worried about him.
Dennis watched Tonto down there taking Walter's gun from him. Now the two walked over to where Hector was looking at Arlen.
'Checking him out,' Robert said. 'How about old Walter? Surprised the hell out of me.'
Jerry said, 'Let's get outta here.'
It sounded good to Dennis. But now he.saw Hector down there saying something to Walter and saw Walter reach into his pants pocket and bring out something-a coin, yeah, because now he was going to flip it with his thumb, Hector and Tonto watching.
Dennis, Robert and Jerry were spread out and watching from about sixty feet away. Jerry still growling.
'The fuck're they doing?'
'It looks like,' Robert said, 'they gonna see who wins the coin toss.'
'For what?'
'Have to wait and see.'
They watched Walter toss the coin. He let it land on the ground and all three looked down, Hector and Tonto nodding their heads. Now Tonto handed Walter's Colt to Hector and Hector handed him Arlen's.
'The fuck're they doing?'
Robert didn't answer him this time.
They watched Tonto step away from Hector and Walter. They watched him pull a Navy Colt from his belt and stand looking this way, a gun in each hand.
He said, 'Jerry?'
Jerry raised his voice. 'The fuck're you morons doing?'
Tonto said, 'Take your shot, man. Is in your hand when you feel like it. You go, I go.'
Jerry looked at Robert. 'He's serious?'
'He's calling you,' Robert said.
'You fuck. You set this whole thing up for this?'
'That's your big ego talking. No, man, this part's an afterthought.'
'You're making a mistake. You know I'm connected.'
'Jerry, come on. You never had a friend in your life.'
'I raise the piece I'm going for you.'
'Don't matter who you raise it at,' Robert said, 'long as you raise it. Go on tend your business, Tonto's waiting.'
Dennis, listening to all this, was thinking, Jesus Christ. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and couldn't help thinking,
It happened within the next few seconds. Dennis wasn't even sure if Jerry raised his gun or if it would've mattered. He saw Tonto bring up both of his-at his legs and the next second straight out in front of him firing, emptying both guns, and Jerry was blown off his feet.
Dennis didn't move. He watched Robert walk over to look down at Jerry.
'One in the chest. One in the neck it looks like, and one in both arms. Arlen, before-what'd he fire, three times?'
Groove, standing over to the side with Cedric, said, 'He got off four at you, you come out waving your arm.'
Robert said, 'So Tonto hit him four times out of I guess eight, huh? Man, that's shooting. See how they grouped? Where's Jerry's coat at?'
Groove said, 'I'll get it,' but didn't move. 'You never told me this was in the plan.'
'Man, I didn't know it myself,' Robert said, 'till I saw the coin toss. You know, we'd talk about it. Anybody had a good idea… I saw the possibility soon as Walter shot Arlen, but didn't know Tonto and Hector did too. Man, we doing fine here.'
Dennis still hadn't moved. He listened, not saying a word. Heard Groove say, 'We put them in the truck?'
Robert said, 'No, don't have to now. See, here's Hector coming with Walter's gun, the one shot Arlen. He's gonna put it in Jerry's hand. Look down there. Tonto's put his in Arlen's hands. Now he's telling Walter no, he didn't shoot Arlen, the general did. It might be a stretch, two-gun Arlen Novis hitting the general four times. I hope he was known as a deadeye 'cause that's how the police, the CIB, all those people are gonna see him.' He looked over. 'Dennis, you understand what happened?'
Dennis said, 'I was standing right here, wasn't I?' an edge to his tone, though not because he resented the question or Robert's cool. It was being here, seeing two men shot to death and not knowing what to do because he was part of it and didn't want to be.
Robert was staring at him.
Robert said, 'You weren't here.'
'Like I wasn't there,' Dennis said, 'when Floyd was shot. I see three different guys killed in front of me and I'm nowhere around.'
Robert stared another moment and turned to Groove and Cedric. 'Get Jerry's coat and Dennis', the rifles, anything we brought from the reenactment. Put what you brought back in the bread truck and call me tonight. I want to know you got home.'
Groove and Cedric moved off and now Dennis saw Tonto coming toward them, Walter still back there standing over Arlen. Now Robert was giving Tonto a high five, calling him 'my man Tonto Rey ' and saying nice things to him, that he saw it coming, but still was caught by surprise, loved how they set it up, loved the gunplay, Dennis seeing how natural violence was to them, no big deal. Tonto looked at Jerry on the ground and said, 'Today we had enough of him.' He walked over to Hector, and Robert turned to Dennis again.
He said, 'Listen to me,' his voice quiet, serious. 'I don't care how many people you saw get killed and you didn't do nothing. You understand? Nobody saw what happened here. These two hardcores must've got so worked up, so intense reenacting, they came out here with live ammo to do it right.'
'And happened to kill each other,' Dennis said.
'Why's that hard to believe? Same as Fish and Eugene, but for a higher cause than a dead dog. That's the point to make. They met a few times and never got along, having opposite views of the war. They'd trade insults, put down each other's heroes, Arlen saying General Grant was a drunk and a speed freak, Jerry saying Stonewall Jackson sucked dick, and they come to face each other as a matter of honor. That's it, deciding the honorable thing was fight a duel, same as they would back in those days. What I'm leading up to, what we have to get ready for tomorrow or the next day, is all the press and TV's gonna be here from all over for the story. First Annual Tunica Civil War Muster turns into shootout. The first and I bet the last. You understand.what I'm saying? They gonna ask us questions once the CIB's done asking, looking for the motive. I could say, well, I wasn't close to Germano Mularoni but I know he hated Southerners, along with all other races. Southerners, 'cause he watched videotapes over and over of that Civil War show was on TV and came to hate what the Confederacy stood for. He hated them still flying the flag and all that shit about heritage. Now take Arlen Novis, you have a diehard Rebel-type former
